It was hard not to smile when she seemed so eager talk berries. The way her face lit up was contagious, a beaming smile plastering itself across the man’s stubbly face. “That depends on how many you’re willing to part with. I’ve been playing around with making Poké Puffs back home, and I wanted to see what a few made out of berries would taste like. I’ll take whatever you’re happy with giving me.”
Tilting to the side, Sanji peered past the woman to observe the rest of the trees. “But, I guess a little of each would be great if that’s alright with you. I wouldn’t want to take too many from you, even if they are gorgeous looking berries. Do you take care of them alone?”
“Poke Puffs? I know just the right ones for those!”
She immediately put her notebook away and motioned for him to follow, going straight for the Lum-Persim rows.
“If you’re making sweet as heck Puffs, a Pecha-Oran-Magost powder combo is the way to go. But if you’re looking for a mix of flavors, an Oran-Persim-Lum combination can give you just the right balance.”
She pointed to both yielding trees when she mentioned them, giving the other a warm smile.
“If you’re going for balanced, yet sweet, a small sprinkle of Pecha powder in the batter makes it just right.”
Then, her cheeks went a little pink. She had gone on a tangent again, whoops.
“Are you gonna finish that or can I take the plate?”
Rebecca quietly asked, pointing at the plate of food in front of the male. She could get up and do the dishes now, but better to ask first to see if he was still eating. At least she was being polite about it.
With strength that seemed unexpected out of someone her size, Rebecca put two palms on the support beam and held it where it was, not seeming to be straining or anything.
“Alright, now start hammerin’. I got this, just don’t hammer my head, haha.”
She gave the other a reassuring wink to hopefully get her started, her long blonde hair tied up in a tight bun in the back and braids in the front.
Rebecca softly chirped at the boy, gently handing him back his notebook. She had been absent for a day to help her mother at her bakery, so this had been a lifesaver.
The girl laid a hand over own katana on her belt, unsure of whether the other needed help or not. Her voice was rather androgynous, so she wouldn’t be surprised if she was confused for a boy.
They’ve been theorized in many religions and studies. Ragnarok. The Apocalypse. Armageddon. Whatever name you know it by, it has finally come. God Himself has arrived with his angels, opposed by the fallen Morning Star, Lucifer, and his many demons.
And there are more still who refuse to pick a side… who go where their natural instinct takes them. Those who want to just survive. Humanity has been caught up in forces they could not possibly hope to oppose, and yet, such minuscule beings have been known to topple giants through sheer determination and ingenuity.
What will you do? Burn a path of Chaos with the flesh of the Lawful? Pave a road of Order with the blood of Demons? Or will you create your own future?
Back in the Game 
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